She wistfully stares at the screen. “Even back then. Bare-back breeding is like one ofthemost common—and hottest—tropesin cis or gay erotica, regardless of the genre.” Her breath hitches. “Declan says what he says because of whatIdo with him and what I’ve said to him.”
She swipes through to another screen as I struggle to process that. Then she finds what she’s looking for, taps it, scrolls for a moment, and finally turns the screen again so I can read what’s there.
It’s an excerpt from a book.
“You wantme to breed you, boy?” he asked Kelter.
“Yes, Sir! Please breed my ass!”
The Master leaned in closer. “Tell me why I should give you that privilege?”
Kelter undulated against his bonds. “This boy needs his ass bred this morning. Please, Sir, breed this boy’s—
I…swallow hard.
I won’t bore you with the deets, but it goes on like that for several more paragraphs.
“Yes, I talk dirty to theboy,” she says. “We both get off on it. So sue me. It’s one of my favorite books. And it was one of Ellen’s favorites.”
Annnnnd I feel like an idiot for getting upset.
Worse?
I feel like an utter shithead for not trusting Casey. Slumping back against the washing machine, I note her smirk but, even more importantly, relief is flowing through me.
“That was published overtwentyyears ago, asshole,”she snarks, but it’s in friend-Casey voice. Except then her tone gentles. “I’m sorry that spooked you.” Her tone brightens, snarky. “But other thanthat, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?”
I meet her gaze again and snort with laughter, laughing so hard I nearly fall over. She opens her arms to me and I go to her for a long, tight hug.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling downright ashamed of myselfnow. “I’msosorry, Case. I’m an asshole.”
“Yes, you are, but you’remyasshole.” She pats my back. “But other thanthat,” she gently adds, “did it help?”
“Yeah. Oooh, fuck yeah. I slept solid for the first time in…” I can’t say it. “I actuallyslept.”
“Okay.” She pats me again and I release her as she steps back. “Nice job on the hickeys, there, caveman,” she snarks. “Did you pee on him, too,to mark your territory?” I know from her smirk we’re okay.
“You ain’t see his ass yet.”
“Ooohhh, reeeeally?” She grins, and before I can stop her, she’s out the door and calling for Declan to not get dressed.
I follow her and we’re heading upstairs, where Declan had already pulled on socks and briefs and his undershirt. He was just stepping into his slacks when we roll through the door.
Shesnaps her fingers. “Show me,” she says.
Without hesitation, he drops his pants, shoves down his briefs, and pulls off the undershirt.
Casey circles him as I stand there, arms crossed over my chest and smiling at my handiwork. I’m proud of myself, I must say.
“Nicejob, George,” she says once she completes a circuit. “He’ll be feeling that when he sits today.” She brushes a kiss across his lipsthat makes another of those dark bolts of jealousy shoot through me.
She ruffles his hair. “Good job, you,” she tells him, her voice sounding tender and playful with him and making him not only smile, but bringing a sweet blush to his cheeks that only intensifies my jealousy.
“Such a good boy,” she says. “Other than last night, remember, we donotdo this shit at work. Not anymore. Too risky.That was a calculated risk on my part, I’ll admit it. But during the day, we don’t so much astalkabout this at work. Deal?” That’s directed not only at him, but at me, too.
He nods, and so do I.
“Good,” she says. “My very good boy. You made me proud. I’ll leave you two alone to get dressed. Meet me downstairs in twenty.” She glances at me and I know that’s both a warning and a challenge, notsimply a statement of fact.
